Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Spain and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Beasts of Bourbon to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Erasure. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
Iggy Pop,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Thee Headcoats,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bizarre Inc.,
Nas,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rufus Thomas,
Stiv Bators,
K-Klass,
Metal Thangz,
The Trojans,
Steve Hackett,
Kas Product,
Con Funk Shun,
Aloha Tigers,
Youth Brigade,
Silicon Teens,
Lalo Schifrin,
Slick Rick,
Little Man,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Laurel Aitken,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lou Christie,
Eli Mardock,
the Sonics,
Deakin,
Spoonie Gee,
Drive Like Jehu,
The United States of America,
The Slits,
Arab on Radar,
Adolescents,
Alison Limerick,
The American Breed,
These Immortal Souls,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ornette Coleman,
Joensuu 1685,
Underground Resistance,
The Fire Engines,
Eric Copeland,
Scientists,
Make Up,
The Velvet Underground,
The Offenders,
Kayak,
Echospace,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bill Near,
Byron Stingily,
Fad Gadget,
Sällskapet,
Jacob Miller,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.